Dancing tears just saw fawn smiling at herself, but couldn't see what she was thinking. She asked, "fawn, do you have any fun?"

"ha ha, Miss Feng, I'm not happy. I'm happy for you! "

ha? Is it for her to detoxify?

fawn looked at her longingly. "Miss Feng, the devil dotes on you so much. You will never be bullied again. Fawn feels proud to follow you!"

poof - the last mouthful of soup in the tears of the dance was spit out by brush. The fawn was startled and quickly took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the soup on her lips. "How are you, Miss Feng? Isn't...